The Last Reading (Storage Ghost Murders Book 1) by Gillian Larkin Page A

over his shoulder. I saw a laptop on the floor at his
side. What shall we do now? I don’t think it was Autumn Rose who killed me, and
I don’t think it was Quentin, he was with us when Autumn Rose was pushed down
the steps – if she was pushed.”
    Grace
didn’t know what to think. Someone had a motive for killing Mae, and it could
be that the same person had now killed Autumn Rose.
    “Nobody
move!” a voice boomed out.
    Mae
floated several feet in the air and looked down the steps. “It’s the police,
they got here quick.”
    The
voice continued, “Nobody is to leave the building, we need statements from you
all.”
    There
was a collective sigh. Shirley pushed in front of Grace. She boomed out, “Why
do we have to stay? Do you think this is a murder?”
    There
were gasps and mumbles amongst the crowd.
    The
voice boomed back, even louder than Shirley’s, “We are making enquiries. Stay
right where you are.”
    A
group of uniformed police officers ascended the steps and soon took control of
the situation. Everyone was herded back into the cafe. An official looking man
in plain clothes spoke to Quentin. Quentin nodded and pointed to a door marked
‘Office’ at the far side of the cafe.
    Grace
returned to her table, she was now sharing it with three other people, each
person had their own idea of what could have happened to Autumn Rose.
    Grace
looked towards the office, it was obviously going to be used as an
interrogation room. How she’d love to be inside it.
    Mae
must have picked up on her thoughts because she said, “I’ll go into the room, I
don’t know how long this is going to take.”
    Grace
gave her a grateful smile. She wouldn’t be getting very far in this
investigation without Mae’s help. She sighed, she wasn’t much of a sleuth.
    A
young man was led into the office first, Grace presumed he was the accomplice
that Mae had seen. He was in the room for nearly an hour. Was he the one who
killed Autumn Rose? Did they have a falling out? Did he have anything to do
with Mae?
    When
he came out the young man looked like he’d aged ten years. The whole cafe went
silent as they watched him walk through the cafe, a policeman at his side. When
he left the cafe people burst into chatter again.
    Grace
had to wait two hours before they called her in. She gave her name and address
to the bored looking man behind the desk. She wanted to ask him questions about
Autumn Rose but she didn’t have the courage.
    Mae
was standing behind the man. She nodded at Grace and said, “I’ve got lots of
things to tell you.”
     

Chapter 18
     
    They
had to wait until they were back at Grace’s house before talking.
    The
police hadn’t kept Grace long in the office. She answered their questions. No,
she hadn’t been to a fair before. No, she didn’t know Autumn Rose. No, she’d
never been on Autumn Rose’s website.
    Grace
was annoyed that they didn’t mention Mae. Surely two psychics losing their
lives the same way within six months of each other was suspicious? She didn’t
want to raise the subject, she thought it wiser not to.
    When
they walked into Grace’s house Mae insisted on Grace making a cup of tea and
sandwich for herself first.
    “You’ve
hardly eaten today, you need to keep your strength up. I’m not going to start
talking until you sit down and eat,” Mae insisted.
    Grace
smiled. It was comforting to know that someone cared about her welfare. She
made a cheese and pickle sandwich and a big mug of tea. She sat down next to
Mae on the sofa.
    “I’m
ready,” Grace said.
    Mae
gave a pointed look towards her sandwich. Grace picked it up and started
eating.
    “Okay,”
Mae began. “We were right about the scam that Autumn Rose and her accomplice
were pulling off, he’s called Noah by the way. And you were right about the
necklace being a camera.”
    “Did
he confess straight away?” Grace asked between mouthfuls of sandwich.
    “Not
at first but he soon crumpled when the police opened up his